Not really..but I sort of have a reason why I might be lacking the usual blog posts that I used to do..well...its because...
I've been working on a character on another site...its a story about this guy who goes insane after his best friend dies in a hit and run..and he becomes a sort of villian..
Thats the reason why..and I have written proof:
There was a loud spluttering noise, a man began to cough badly as he walked over to the balcony fencing. He was watching the busy streets below as he pulled out a lighter from his pocket. He attempted to light the cigarette in his hands but after a few tries he gave in. He sighed, still glancing down at the glow of the many street lights that littered the roads. He didn't hear the balcony door open…or even close, so it was a bit of a shock when a certain person whispered in his ear." I didn't know you smoked..". Wolfgang bit his lip," Looks like you don't know much then?" he snarled, flicking a discarded match over the rails. The woman sighed stepping away from him "Look..just because….don't be so shirty….".
He couldn't really help it…after all that had happened over the last few weeks, he couldn't understand why nobody wouldn't blame him. "If you've got nothing to say that's going to be interesting then I suggest you leave…". There was a rather short pause before the woman sniffed "Leave?" she repeated wide eyed. " You're at a party you grumpy idiot...why did you show up then if your being a crammed arse?". Wolfgang rolled his eyes "I was dragged here by a friend..If I had my own choice I wouldn't be here..". This made the woman sigh once again, you could tell she was becoming quite fed up with his attitude.
"Really?..I didn't know you had any friends Wolfgang…you surprise me once again..I don't knowwhat Maria sees in you..". She raised her hand as she spoke, not caring if she hit Wolfgang in the progress. Wolfgang couldn't help smiling, he was glad she couldn't see him from this angle. "Oh Claire, your so amusing, trying to wind me up…now why don't you go back to your cosy party, call Maria for me on the way?..I don't care whatever you do…justmove your fa…." but he didn't finish as Claire purposely hit him in the chest with her elbow. He stumbled backwards slightly, looking up at Claire, who had a rather smug look upon her face. She waved at him, as he got to his feet "Wait till I.." he began as she ran back into the safety of the flat.
As he got into the flat, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes seemed to linger around him. He began to search for Claire, knowing he'd show her why its not a good idea to hit an angry man. He was halfway down a staircase full of people before he heard his name being called from the floor above "Wolfgang!"...Wolfgang!!!…up here!". He looked up to see his friend Maria waving at him frantically, he sighed, going back the way he came, pushing past moaning other guests who he had just passed seconds before. "You having a fun time?" she called to him over the music, as it was extremely hard to hear almost anything but the song. "No not really…" he sighed, dropping his cigarettes on the floor, he had told her that he had quitted weeks ago. She grabbed his hand, literally dragging him over to the drinks table "What do you want then?". Wolfgang smiled at her picking out two lilac cups "Drink wise?…any vodka left?". Maria shook her head tisking playfully "No…your already drunk!".
Wolfgang seemed to feel that the horrible choky feeling of the party was disappearing, that he was in fact in a distant tidy room somewhere, with just himself and Maria."Am not!" he answered back childishly, tapping her on the nose with a cup. All she did was laugh at him, smiling away at his foolishness…
The cell was dark, only the cracks of light through a hole in the ceiling allowed anything to shine through. It smelt of damp and rotting, nothing could get any worse than this in such a small area. In the darkness sat a man, crying over the loss of the best thing that ever happened to him…
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